Laundry List

20 Jun 05

So there was a brief time period where I sort of broke the deal and bought some stuff, but exceptions had to be made for 50% off sales and t-shirt needs. But I had money left over from Door County, so it’s not a big deal of any sort. My next purchase, or one of them, will have to be new sandals. I have these Old Navy ones that I got for $4 when I was a freshman in college (2000). They’ve just gradually been compressing and wearing away to the point that the sole must be about an eigth inch thick under my heel. It’s not painful, except when I’m walking on any kind of pointy surface. I think it’s time they be retired.

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Father’s day took me out of town to my parents’ house. It’s in the country, with the closest neighbor being at least a healthy walk away. That’s where I grew up but since moving I’ve not spent much time there. I took some time yesterday to wander a little and check things out, since there is so much there that can catch your interest. It was a nice time – we had a good lunch and then sat around by the river near there and just hung out, which I haven’t done for awhile. I enjoyed it, and I liked the feeling of looking at different areas and trying to remember how they used to be and what I used to do there. It’s always an interesting sensation to visit a place you’ve been away from for awhile.

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I learned last week that a person I’ve known since kindergarten was injured in the war and has subsequently died. I don’t really know what to think of that. As someone who is generally opposed to the war it saddens me when lives are lost because of it, especially when it’s somebody I knew. At the same time, that’s where he wanted to be and he left school to go there and for that reason it seems like less of a lost cause. It is less difficult to accept somebody dying in a war because you know the possibility is out there when they go. Personally, it’s harder to wrap my mind around a person dying suddenly in a car accident or some other occurence of everyday life. It catches you off guard and makes things much harder.

It’s times like these that make me think about death and dealing with it. I’ve yet to have somebody die that was more than an acquaintance. I suppose this lucky but it’s scary as well, not knowing what feelings to expect when that day comes. I’ve dealt with death thus far with kind of a detached observation. I’m the person who just has the “huh.” reaction when I’m told about it. It’s obviously a sad occurence, but I don’t feel sad so much as dazed. I feel sorry for the people who where hit harder by it, but it doesn’t affect me much, and I don’t know why.

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On a much less somber note, I drove a Del Sol the other night. This particular specimen was nothing special, but the model in general is certainly worth consideration and I’ll continue to look. I was actually able to make the car go this time without as much effort, so I feel better about searching for a manual transmission in my next car.

This is an archived entry from the the site’s handcoded days (AKA “the dumb ages”). Take it with a grain of salt.